You said I should not disappear
And, as you see, I am still here.
Expecting more than signs of life
And little more than words of love.

I fail to see your joy of giving.
I've missed your point of perfect love.

It is your turn; it's time that you
Do just one thing for me. Just do
One little thing! Just anything
That I could treasure, use or sing.

And then the joy you'd be receiving
Could shine new light on your old love.

It need not be a sacrifice;
A humble token would suffice.
But hurry: when this offer ends
We may or may not be just friends.

I will recall old joys of giving
As I give way to your new life.

a tribute to tom waits

Dm    C
C    G7
C G7    Fm F
Dm    A7

Am    E7
G7    D7